I went back to have a look at Broadway Market in Hackney today. It's the kind of place where it's the cyclists that are slowly cruising around looking for a parking space, and the stalls are mostly prepared foods, with some distinctly alternative, eco and ethnic clothes and bits-and-bobs, with the occasional alternative celebrity dropping in.

I heard an an interesting example of a confusing mix of old-style and new-style parenting: "Tracy, please don't effing wind me up, please"....